December 11, 2014
I need a vacation from people. I used to like time to myself, and spent lots of time alone. I’d take off and travel on sporadic, spontaneous, and random occasions. But now I have three roommates, so I am never home alone. I sometimes go in my room for solitude, but if Pete or Cola haven’t taken Bogart out, then he’s at my door all confused as to why I’m in there with the door closed. He’s like a dog or a cat that way. Something unusual throws off the routine and he gets all disoriented.
I lived alone for a while and when I was home I’d talk to myself. I think people often talk to themselves, so it’s not a weird thing. But here with three roommates, I find that at times when I would normally talk to myself, I catch it before I do it…
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